Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

After confirming that she had found the right person, Renee smiled and politely asked, “This is a public elective class, but I didn’t bring my textbook… Do you mind if I take a look at yours?”

Gia glared at her and shoved the book she was holding in her direction. She didn’t care to look at it anyway.

Renee smiled gratefully and thanked her. Then, out of the blue, she let out a scream.

“What are you doing?” Gia was taken aback. “What’s wrong now?”

“Oh no, this isn’t my yearbook!” Renee pretended to panic. “So this isn’t my class… I should have called you senior!”

Gia rolled her eyes, feeling even more annoyed.

Everyone at this university was wealthy, but it seemed that the wealthy kids lacked intelligence. Just like the person standing in front of her. How did she even get into university if she couldn’t even distinguish her classes?

Renee stood frozen in panic, clutching the corner of her shirt with teary eyes.

Gia felt a sense of satisfaction seeing how timid Renee appeared. The second-generation rich may have money, but they were dumb. Despite not having money herself, she was much smarter than them. It always felt good to see someone beneath her, especially when that person held a high status and came from a privileged background but lacked capability in certain aspects.

Gia stood up, crossing her arms and adopting a condescending tone. “Hey! Are you new here?”

biting

not accepting new students now, so how did you manage

I didn’t do well academically, but my family owns over 50 mines that need management. My parents couldn’t handle them, so they forced me to obtain a certificate before returning to inherit our family assets. But I failed to get into a university. They

Gia felt even more superior upon

is just

her own abilities, securing the second-highest score in the exams. Lina, of course, claimed the

The thought of Lina infuriated

rich girl seemed genuinely honest. She appeared like an easy

Gia handed her a tissue. “Which building and class are you

for a while, making it seem like a difficult task. Finally, she recalled with apparent effort, “I should

is Class 301. Your classroom

that the classroom across was indeed 302, she turned back to give

you, senior! Thank you so

She didn’t want to be associated with someone so

left, the students in the

she the precious Ms. Rene, whose family